laid those metal plates in the sun
i read you like that heat somewhere
skim with my eyes cause this
light’s too dim.
bulbs burnt out while back
we are trying to adjust so as to not
i spin the table top.
you don’t want me? fine.
i am a moth, i like those flames
maybe if i’d stayed in the closet
but it’s too late to know now right
it was all the same anyway
just a new set of challenges
just a little more lonely
just a different reason we stayed together so long.
change the light bulbs, change your life,
they’re all door to door salesmen to me
if you got that snake oil elixir, let me tell ya
i drank a whole bottle
still waiting to shed skin
still waiting for the lights to turn back on.